I am blank. 

I am staring on a blank page.... 

I need an inspiration to write. 

Happy Birthday! :)

I don't know how to greet you, so I hope this one works.

Happy birthday to you... 

happy birthday to you... 

happy 

birthday, 

happy 

birthday...

happy birthday to you... 

Chocolate mousse? :) 

Love in its finest

Love in its finest

At some point of everyone’s life, they love. They give and have received love. The kind that surmount over the most crucial days. The one we give to a stranger, the one we give our family, the one we give to our neighbours, the one that endures pain, the one that requires patience. Everyday, we love. J however it is rooted, we give and have received love.

We love because we have received love. We cannot give anything unless we have it right.

But most of us love because we expect to be love in return, and this love, we still divide it into two parts. One is for us to keep and to rely strength upon, the other half is left to be given back. That is how we equate love. That is how we do love.

But this system has its problem. This system DEPENDS on how much we have received; if we received little then we give half of that little. Thus dividing love, thus loving little.  

Many people tell us to love. Only God gives us the power to do so. – A love worth giving by Max  Lucado

This book inspired me to write such. J

We know we should love, we have been told to do so, so many times. But doing it is not that easy. How can you love the unlovable? How can you be kind to someone who have offended you? How can you still love someone who have cheated you? How will you ever love those you are unkind to you? How do you love the moneygrubbers and the backstabbers?

This is how we should love according to Him…

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.

I personally could not meet this standard. First, Margie is not patient, Margie is not kind… (I will not continue, you get the picture!)

But rather than reminding us how we cannot produce that love, let it remind us how much God loves us. The kind that we receive everyday.

Jesus is love – right? Then lets do this. Let’s insert Christ’s name in place of the word love…

Jesus is patient, Jesus is kind. He  does not envy, He does not boast, Jesus  is not proud. He is not rude, He is not self-seeking, He is not easily angered, Jesus keeps no record of wrongs. Jesus  does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. He always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Jesus never fails.

If we will learn root the love we give to everyone with the kind we received from Jesus, then we will probably love endlessly. For even if we continuously divide Jesus’ love, it will still be sufficient to love everyone. Even those unborn. For He’s love is overflowing…

This is the love we cannot resist. It is given freely, not divided, but rooted on Christ.

And His love, if we will just let it --- can fill us with a love worth giving.

Random thoughts stirred by the book: A LOVE WORTH GIVING by: Max Lucado 

Basically it.

I still remember the first time you said you love me.

My heart almost jumps out of my chest.

Then you said it again… and again… and again…

You tyrant. You never gave my heart even a little rest.

How do you explain something so inexplicably wonderful?

I lack the words. But my heart trembles at your every words.

It was a year of hugs and love.

What can I say? Love indeed is a mystery.

And so I love.

With all that is to me.

And then the next thing I knew your taking it all back.

And so I stare… and stare… and stare…

I have to believe you. I have to.

And you go back to the life you’ve once had.

With all the laugh.

And until now, I’m staring blankly.

Oh I hope I never love.

How are you doing that? Teach me how.

And so I stare.

With all that is to me.

What can I say? Love indeed is a mystery. 

One for the ladies!

I will find you.

No matter how long it takes, no matter how far --- I will find you.

-Nathaniel to Cora in The Last of the Mohicans -

Ladies, think about the movies and the novels you once loved. From  Titanic, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Rapunzel, my all time favourite; Anastasia. The novels, Sense and Sensibility, The notebook, and so many others! See the heroine in each story, all princesses… if not, they are all princess-like right?

Wonder why we love them? Why we cherish their story? Because we too long to be treated like a princess, be a princess, to be the beauty, abducted by the bad guys, fought for and rescued by a hero.

Almost every girl once played the game “kidnapped and rescued” – or some version of it. Like the princesses in each tale – we wanted to be the heroine and have our hero come for us.  I simply want the feeling of being wanted and fought for.

But not everyone admits. J Most pretend that it is less than it is. Why? Because we wanted to be called strong rather than emotional.

But don’t you see that you want this? To be desire, to be pursued by one who loves you, to be someone’s priority? Most of our addictions flare up when we feel that we are not loved or sought after. At some core place, maybe deep within, perhaps hidden or buried in her heart, every woman wants to be seen, wanted, and pursued. We want to be romanced.     – CAPTIVATING John & Stasi Eldredge

I belong to Jesus

I grew up in a religious and traditional family. I was used to wake up early on Sundays to attend the first mass in the morning. I am used to praying the rosary almost everywhere, inside a jeepney, when I am about to sleep, whenever I get bored *yes... *whenever I am bored... and most absurdly was, even when I ride a motorcycle... 


I pray the novena when I wanted something from Him... I pray twice as hard if I really want that something. 


Everything was a routine... a routine done without thinking, without the presence of my heart. 


Then I started to crave for more. I hunger to know Jesus, to know the father more. I want to talk to Him personally, to share everything. Not just pray for things I wanted to have, or for breakthroughs I wanted my life to have. 


Before, I wanted to be able to know God more than I know myself... But I learned that He knows me more than I knew myself from the very start. I run away from Him most of my life and He in return, hugs me tighter... 


I sin... I am stubborn... I rebel... 
(If I see someone who is  as stubborn as I am, I will let him do whatever he pleases and let him see his faults and then learned from it by himself... as it is supposed to be...) 


But Jesus, as I was at the middle of my sins, at the wreck of my stubbornest, at the consequences of my rebellion, died for my sins...  ‎"His love endures forever" (Psalm 136:26)


I was overjoyed, I could not believe someone will give his life to save me from my sins. I wasn't sure if I am worthy of it, the purest of pure, the one without sin will willingly want to die for me? Sino ako? 


Then realization hits me... or should I say, Jesus' love hits me. :) 


I am still hungry, I am still craving to know Him more, I want to know my saviour, my redeemer...  


That's why I'm praying and I know He will answer according to His will, that I be given the wisdom to know his will, the heart to understand, and the courage to do them... 


When you give everything to God, nothing is impossible.. 


Lean to love the Dream Giver more than the dream itself, for He dreams far more than we do.

A fish and a cat

It's almost 5pm, almost time for me to visit the bundy clock . But then heavy rain started to pour outside. Geessh! and I'm really cold, with the aircon positioned just a few meters away from my desk.
So I thoughts that its better to warm my fingers by typing...



I'm tired, i can almost hear my body aching and I can hear my brain's creative juice pump slowly making the ""eekkk" sound. I've been writing scripts since morning and my thoughts are now as clattered as my desk. Come to think of it, I've been planning to buy a fish bowl for my desk, I want a little life in this small space. But so far, time forbids me.  So now. (as in right now, I'm changing my desktop wall paper. :) I'm putting a picture of a pretty goldfish on his crystal globe fish bowl. :D 


tttadddaa!!!  

and this one too. :) 

whew! a kitty and goldfish! 


I want a goldfish... I want one bad! enough of seeing piles of scripts and bunch of tapes on my desk. I want life, I want life! :) anyhow, looks like I have to settle for this lovely creatures for now. :) I don't really mind. I'm naming the pretty goldfish Romeo and the kitten, Alice. :D 


you just got to love them. :) 

Creative people on the roof!

I work as a creative writer in a government owned television network.  

And I would like to share the things we do when... well, when we run out of things to do :)

pose, pose pose! hurry, ooohhh!!! those
clicking sounds! :)

I love these people. They are all very creative, talented, and witty. They come up with the funniest jokes! So one day, our senior graphic artist bought this new toy, (canon DSLR (professional camera)! ooohhhh!!! new toy! new toy!  so right away we went out and play! we went to the rooftop and what do you know! creative people digging their creative posses! 

hang in there Kuya Bryan, creative  things
don't just spring in thin air! :) 

      

hang in there Kuya Bryan, creative  things don't just spring in thin air! :) 

 These people love everything about arts. You should see how our office white board turned into a creative doodle board. :) when one starts by merely sketching a circle, it'll grow and grow to be the universe in a few days. Everyone, one by one will then draw something connected to the circle, and with 12 and more of us here, the possibility of what will come-out of the that circle is endless! 

and... yes, even the most creative and most talented "us"
sometimes need a little break too. :) 

timid and shy

I love my little sister. she is often shy, timid, and soft spoken. Well... Uhm... that was at least when she was five years old.. The first time she learned how to write, she wrote me letters, addressing me as "tete" (her own version of  ate which means "bigger sister"). I still remember her on her little pink satin dress while jumping up and down our old sofa. She was fair, chubby and cute. Our neighbours loved to hug her and pinch her plump little chicks. And boy! she loved the attention, she will often run outside our house and go directly to our neighbours front door just to look for familiar faces.


I remembered being so close to her that when my grandma took me to the province of Pampanga for two weeks, I missed her more than I missed my mom. :) and when we went home, I hugged her so tight she cried. haha!


She is no a teenager, and as we all know, the teenage years is the so called don't-bother-me, you-don't-understand-me age. I'm missing the younger her, when she will hold my hand whenever she's scared, whenever she's not sure if she should do this or that, I'm missing the way she jumped up and down our bed, and yes, the "thug" sound whenever she falls off. 


Candy doesn't work on her any more, nor does bribery, I think. She's now off to a world where it is really hard for me to penetrate... Her friends are now her "tete"... her soul sisters... I am no longer enough to be the company she needed and wanted. 


I knew and I'm praying that someday she will grow as a fine lady. Far better than me. I'm praying that she'll value her education the more I valued mine... 


My goodness! so this is how it feels like for mothers whose daughters are growing up... 

Grow up Marvinia, my little sister... but never forget, you are still my once timid and shy little sister in her favourite satin dress. I love you.  and I will always do... 

It's time to talk trash

A campaign plug I wrote for us to realize that it is time to mind our garbage. 

Editing/Graphics by: Bryan Sales 
Concept/Writer: Margie Flores 

where are you honey... 

23 years of me

the next flag

Posted in Uncategorized with tags finish line on October 8, 2008 by margeflores

I’ve been working on something new lately… and I’m
trying like hell to give it everything I can literally give.

I’m into something I’ve been dreaming to since the
day my mind can conceive thoughts. And
now I’m here… its not as easy at it looks. I’ve suffered endless frustrations and unlimited stress. I’ve undergone
countless emotional breakdowns that you wouldn’t even imagine… and now I’m
here…

And everything
is so frustrating…

I thought it will all end here. This part is supposed
to be my finish line, then comes the CBB accompanied by a melodramatic scoring!

But yet the film is
still rolling… WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?

What am I supposed to do now? Where should I go?

I was supposed to stop here!
It was supposed to end here!
Everything should end here
now!

I should be waving my colors now…

Where should I go?  Should I go straight?

Should I follow my supposed winning finish line?

Should I make another path?

Now?

Seriously?

This part wasn’t on the plan… I really don’t know the
next chapter.

I’m starting something… just something…

Lets just put it this way…

I’ve gone this far and it will take one hell of that
“something” to stop me from getting my
new flag!

23 years of me 

I wrote the above blog days before my college graduation. It was when I realized that life doesn't end after school. I was shocked. I cant believe what was happening then. I was forcefully thrown in the jungle, where I was at the bottom of the food chain. I was the plankton, I was the worm, I was the decaying meat. 

It the last 2 years outside the academe, I learned things the hard way... I needed to struggle in an industry where people might eat you alive if you missed a little of their instructions. I needed to prove to them that I too can learn and be a part of the system. And in order to prove myself, I worked twice as everyone should. That's the pain you get when you want to prove your worth. 

I am very sad to say that I have changed... In the course of two years, I sometimes forget ideals, I learned to exchange them with realities. Which is how people in my industry does. So you see, it's very hard to work in an industry or in a system if you are running by/on a different network. One will get lost that way. 

On my birthday last week I had the time to think how my life had changed. Some are good, but there are also those I regret. Those that I considered "good" I thank God for them. But those that I regret and whereas time forbids me to change, I honestly did a review on what happened, how it happened, and why I let them happened. And realized that I could have drive them the way I wanted to have I given them the right value. 

23 years of my life and what can I honestly say I've learned? I have learned to value things with the right scale. Those that in years to come will be worthless I do not give much. But to those in the span of years will still be a part of me, I value them the most. 

I realized that I should plan for the future but most importantly I should enjoy today. So that when the future comes, I may say that am proud of the past. There will always be a future, but the present will linger once. 

loved...

“If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together… there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we're apart... I'll always be with you.”

~ A. A. Milne

It's friday, I'm in love!

Today is Friday... Fridays are very dear to me. For every friday, I get to see this guy (whom I decided important to me... :p) haha! 

Last friday, we had dinner at a Sisig House at Philcoa, you see I get to choose the meal. haha!  so when I was looking at the menu, I was quit sure he prefers to have Chicken sisig  and too polite to tell me,  but stubborn as I am, I chose Tuna Sisig. And he did not complain. I find it sweet. Next time, I will choose the Chicken sisig. (well what do you know, I'm not that stubborn after all.) I think i deserve a pat at the shoulder. lol! 

Friday before that, we were at UP Sunken Garden, it's a football field that is (as I've said) sunken. :p  We talked about how our week had been, we talked about our co-workers, issues with our bosses, I talked about things that I find annoying, he talked about how he misses the place, I talked about my sister, he listened, I talked about my last script, he listened, I talked about my friends, he listened...

I know...

He's lucky... 

I talk a lot. :D 

haha!

I'm looking forward to another great friday night...

back to work! back to work! tsup! tsup! 

here's a little thought: 

It's not about how much time you spend together; it's what you do with the time you do spend together.

but sometimes, doing nothing together is somewhat fun... 

      

A prayer

Truss by tradition

living by pre-defined faith...

Fed with needed grace

like a child sustained, 

for 22 long years...

Now struggling to follow... 

To obey...

To live by ways You did.

Walking through faith... 

and now sustained by love...

Yet like a child,

I stumble

I cry

I long for a hand.

Teach me to endure

Guide me with my walk

I am blinded with my past

yet my future belongs to You...

The mystery of the broken

As the cold wind dash

the serenity of the earth embraces the unstable

promising hope,

assuring faith...

But just like any broken soul

fragility deems distrust.

carrying such soul 

wretched the hearth... 

curses! to all the broken

and pity for their soul... 

nurture the dying hearth...

give it all there is.

for even the wind 

nor the caring earth...

will give the broken 

nothing...

but sheer distrust.